Never-changing days, days you couldn’t care less for.
Without a single excitement.
Is that really happiness?
There’s another me who exists, who says that I no longer need such happiness.
There’s something more, much more, pleasurable in this world.
I spent my days thinking that and at the next moment, a gaudy-looking black rabbit appeared before me.
“Oi, you there, if you’re that bored how about coming here?”
“Despite saying that, once you enter, you may not be able to return anymore.”
“Kuku, you may have the best pleasure, which you’ve never experienced before?”
Without any hesitation, the answer I chose was:
Yes / No